Logan sat beside his guestroom bed, looking at an unconscious Max. 'She looks so peaceful now...' he thought. "Wake up Max..." he whispered softly to himself, "Wake up my sleeping beauty". He reached forward and touched her face, gently caressing her forehead and her cheeks with the back of his hand. "Would a kiss bring you back to me?".
The pain of uncertainty was unbearable. Ever since the day before, when they brought her from Sebastian's, she had not awakened. She would sometimes lay still, like she was now, and at other times, her body would start to contort and twist , giving the impression that she was in a huge amount of pain, or maybe living some hellish nightmare.
"How's she doing?" asked Original Cindy in a low voice as she walked into the room.
"No change" answered Logan taking his eyes from Max only for a brief moment to look at a clearly worried Original Cindy.
"Look Cindy, you and Bling are here for hours straight... you two should go home and rest, I can take care of Max. It's OK..." said Logan, who also felt more tired himself than he would want to admit.
"We're not going anywhere until my boo wakes up" answered Cindy with an annoyed look in her face.
"I second that!" cried out Bling as he was entering the room.
With a conforming expression, Logan sighed "Fine. I guess I can't try to talk you guys out of this, hum?"
"Nope. Besides, you wouldn't be able to help Max all by yourself in case something bad happened", said Bling, making a discrete gesture towards the wheelchair, almost instantly regretting it.
Logan glared at him. His first impulse was to yell at his friend, but something held him back. It was the realization that Bling was right. He would never be able to carry Max to Sebastian's in case something did happen. It was at times like these, when he saw himself helpless to help Max, because of his deficiency, that he felt most frustrated. Instead of saying anything, he just went back and leaned to the bed where Max was, and resumed caressing her.
Original Cindy and Bling exchanged glances, and started leaving the room as they came to a silent and mutual understanding that Logan needed to be alone with her. "We'll make some soup for you Logan, you look worst than Normal after drinking Herbal's special Jamaican coffee" said OC already half out of the room.
He resumed to slowly whisper to himself and her,
I wouldn't know what to do without you.
You're not just my friend, deep inside you and I know that.
You're the reason I wake up every morning.
My first and the last thought of the day.
I only wish I had the courage before, to tell you how I felt.
To ignore my insecurities, and simply pull you down into my lap, embrace you, and kiss you. Kiss your wonderful lips.
Wake up my beloved.
You have to get better.
You have to give me another chance..."
The emotion of the moment was too great, as small drops of tears began
to run down his face, finally descending upon the bed sheets.
"Come back to me...".